The strong people on the Lingxi list have some vision, so they can naturally see the name.

This time Lu Ye took the initiative to challenge the major sects of Wanmoling. Although he was forced to take advantage of the situation after being helpless, it was actually an opportunity to accumulate invincible posture.

It's just that he himself doesn't know this.

Of course, if you want to accumulate, you must survive first.

Don't look at the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge that Lu Ye killed during the day is terrified, and now no one dares to go up to fight, but in fact the situation hasn't improved much for him, and it has even worsened.

Because of a daytime battle, Wanmoling had basically figured out the roots of Lu Ye, so he could have a better target.

No one is going up at this moment, because there are some disputes and differences between the major sects on the Wanmoling side, and several Lingxi ranking powerhouses are mediating.

In the end, it was the top 20 strong man who said: "Then it is decided that no matter who killed Lu Ye, the reward will be 20%. objection?"

When he said this, he looked coldly at the stewards of the various forces around him.

The disagreements and disputes on Wanmoling's side mainly lie in the rewards after killing Lu Ye. During the daytime battles are seen by everyone, few people who went up survived, and each sect can only fight once. The disciple sent out died, but there was no chance to get a reward.

This leads to everyone wanting to line up to pick up the bargain...

If this problem is not solved, it will be difficult for the Wanmoling side to work together. After all, the number of rewards adds up to too much, and no one is jealous when they see it, and no one wants to be a stepping stone for others.

The one who killed Lu Ye monopolized 20% of the reward, and the rest was divided equally by the sects who had contributed. This decision was supported by everyone.

In this way, even if his own disciples failed to kill Lu Ye, as long as they worked hard, they would get the benefits.

"If there is no objection, then arrange your own staff, find a way to break his fangs, and those who break his fangs will get 10% more afterwards!" The strong said coldly.

The strength that Lu Ye demonstrated has already made the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge end the plan to take his life in a certain battle. This is unrealistic. Although he has a fifth-level cultivation base, it is much stronger than the average sixth-level. He had to shoot at the seventh level, otherwise he couldn't be his opponent, so Wanmoling divided the killing of Lu Ye into two steps.

After a while, sitting cross-legged on the ring, Lu Ye, who was eating the dried meat, slowly got up and poured down the dried meat in his mouth.

Eating food is to replenish physical strength, and second is to refine Qi. The consumption of spiritual power cannot completely rely on the supplement of spirit pills. The talent tree loses the effect of burning erysipelas. Taking too much spirit pills will cause his spiritual power to become obscure and affect himself. Combat effectiveness.

Now his spiritual power is not as pure as before, because he has taken a lot of spiritual pills on the way to escape.

Although the effect of refining qi is much worse, it is better than nothing, and with the supplementary technique of gluttonous meals, he digests things very quickly.

Another person on the Wanmoling side jumped out, and Lu Ye fixed his eyes. He was a soldier, holding a spear.

As usual, they reported each other's house, and the opponent rushed towards him, the spear in his hand flashed, and the spears shot towards Lu Ye's whole body.

After dozens of breaths, this soldier was chopped to the ground...

Lu Ye didn't have Lien Chan, because he found that the effect of his power during the day was not obvious, so he didn't simply waste this energy. The guys who jumped out of Wanmoling seemed not too afraid of death.

This may have something to do with the special environment of the Lingxi battlefield. The two camps in this place have been fighting all year round. Every monk who grows up to the sixth level is killed. Fighting with the enemy is commonplace for them.

Thinking back to the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators I killed before, it seems that very few people would beg him for mercy before dying, and more would say harsh words before dying. For example, Dong Shuye would say about him before dying. Waiting for Lu Ye on Huangquan Road, although there is no use for eggs...

Because everyone knows that it is useless to beg for mercy if defeated by the monks of the opposing camp.

This resulted in the Kyushu monks having a kind of "life and death bearish, just do it if you don't accept it", the higher the cultivation level, the more obvious this situation.

Trim, kill the enemy, trim again, kill the enemy again...

Repeatedly, one by one, fresh lives jumped up, most of them turned into corpses, and only a few people escaped.

It was getting clear, and Wanmoling's losses continued to expand, but this did not seem to have much impact on the latecomers. They would also be afraid when they jumped up, but this did not hinder their determination to fight.

Another night fell.

There was blood everywhere on the ground of the ring, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air, as if it couldn't melt away.

Approaching the direction of the Haotian League camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a piece of spirit stone in each hand, and still had unswallowed jerky in his mouth. His head was drooping and he was taking a nap.

After playing two days and one night in a row, he was very tired, so now he has to fix it every time he fights, and take this rare opportunity to take a nap.

As for recovery... With the gluttonous meal running autonomously, there is no need to take care of it after swallowing a pill.

Weiyang looked at him with distressed eyes. After such a long battle, Lu Ye would inevitably be injured. If it was an ordinary time, Weiyang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the constraints of heaven, Lu Ye couldn't help. The external force, the wounds, were all bandaged by him.

His clothes had been stained red with blood, and he had thrown it away. There were some cotton cloth wrapped around the upper body of the red man, and the wounds were covered with the healing powder that Huaci gave him.

"How many games have it been?" someone asked Li Baxian.

Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"

"Thirty-two games!" The interrogator took a breath and looked at Lu Ye with his head hanging down in front of him with a complex expression. What an amazing record this was.

You must know that this is the thirty-two battles of higher-order battles. According to the current frequency, it should be possible to play forty matches after dawn!

When the two parties signed the Chance Deed before, only forty-three sects left their names on the Chance Deed.

No one thinks that Lu Ye can fight forty-three battles, even Li Baxian never thought about it. What he thought was that Lu Ye could win the victory if he could survive the three-day time limit.

Things that Li Baxian couldn't even think of, the Wanmoling side naturally couldn't think of it. What kind of person can fight forty-three battles without losing? This kind of thing has never happened before in the Kyushu cultivation world. In the eyes of the few Wanmoling powerhouses who led this matter, Lu Ye was dead.

But everyone underestimated the speed at which Lu Ye killed people. Those sixth-level realms that engaged in the battle were often chopped down to the ground by Lu Ye in a short period of time.

The three-day time limit was just over half, and thirty-two games had already been played, and only eleven sects were left without fighting.

Even if more monks from the two camps heard the news, the number of people on the top of the golden light exceeded four thousand, but as long as Lu Ye fought forty-three battles and was alive, he would win.

Even if the cultivators of Wanmoling were unwilling to do anything, they did not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of heaven, once they took action against Lu Ye, not only would they encounter the strength of the Haotian League side, the forty-three were in The sects left on the Tian Chance Deed, and even those strong men on the Lingxi list, all managed to deal with them.

This is the justice of the heavenly opportunity, and it is never allowed to be provoked by anyone.

There are only eleven games left to the final victory, but Li Baxian's heart is getting more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his junior brother can stick to it, because the aura of the younger brother's body is already a bit obscure. It was caused by swallowing a large number of spirit pills, which undoubtedly had a great impact on the younger brother. The obscure spirit will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down now, and his knife is not as sharp as before. , The speed is not as fast as before.

Each battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the greater his consumption, and the more he needs to replenish the spirit pill, which will fall into a vicious circle.

It's time for a stick of incense, Weiyang couldn't bear it, but he still poked Lu Ye lightly: "Little Junior Brother."

Lu Ye raised his head abruptly, with a tired look in his eyes. At first he was at a loss. Then he reacted and swallowed the unchewed dried meat in his mouth. He stood up with his long knife and looked at the cultivator of Wanmo Mountain opposite. , Said the sentence that had been said more than thirty times: "Blue Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"

The war is back again, on the arena, the light of the sword flickers, the figure rushes forward, and the blood flies.

The battles began one after another, subsided, and the sky lit up again.

Above the ring, a petite figure leaped like thunder and lightning, leaping back and forth beside Lu Ye, extremely fast.

Lu Ye had a few more wounds on his body, and his flesh and blood were turned over. This was caused by his opponent in this battle. He held his long knife and stood quietly on the spot.

After so many games in Lien Chan~www.mtlnovel.com~, he finally met the first guy who made him feel tricky.

This is a demon repair. The two hairy ears on his head look like cats. If it just looks like it doesn't matter, the key is that this guy is really as flexible as a cat.

Simply comparing speed, Lu Ye would probably be inferior to others even in his heyday. Such a guy must be one of the cards prepared by Wanmoling. She has not been allowed to play before because Lu Ye is in good condition. Now Lu Ye was consumed too much, and the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge party probably thought it was time for the cat demon to play.

This trump card was sacrificed, and Lu Ye really fell into a passive position. His speed was so fast that he could not kill the opponent with a few knives. Instead, he exposed himself to the flaws. That's how the wounds on his body came from.

It was another confrontation that was almost dazzling. When Lu Ye's long knife fell, it split a shadow, and at the same time there was pain in his waist and abdomen.

He kicked it out, and the cat demon held it with his hands, soared out and landed dexterously.

Lu Ye staggered back, with a long knife sticking to the ground, and almost fell to his knees, causing Weiyang to exclaim.